A small, petite figure ran among the ruins of her now decrepit house. "MOTHER! FATHER! Where are you?" She yelled weaving
through the smoking ruins looking at the castle on the top of the hill. A small pop sounded behind her and she whipped out an elegant
wand and pointed it at the figure. "Hush Ginerva, it's just me." Her oldest brother sighed hugging the little girl with all of his might. "Where
is everyone?" Ginerva cried weakly. "They are safe, the escaped while you were in the meadow. Thank Merlin you stayed there." He
muttered. He held onto her tightly and disappeared with her with a silenter pop. Dark Figures appeared where they once were only two
minutes after. "Did they escape? Good. They are good to survive." One of the figures muttered as the rest nodded and popped away.